Hello! I am here with a new story from a new fandom! Yes, I know I should probably finish my other stories that are on hiatus for ages, but it's not my fault I rewatched Magi for the millionth time and got stuck with a lot of...tiny plots.

Don't worry. I promise I'll finish all my stories. I just need some very good ideas to stick the messed up parts of the chapters together make them perfect. I will manage it eventually.

Anyway, I'll leave you to enjoy the story after I announce that I don't own the characters, Shinobu Ohtaka does.

He was sitting in this favorite peach tree again. He seemed to do this a lot more recently, he noticed. It was probably because no one would bother him when he did, since everyone seemingly accepted this habit of his as a way of sorting his thoughts out. Little did they know that his thoughts were impossible to get sorted. Knowing that made him sigh for the millionth time this day and he moved to get a little more comfortable in the shadow he was currently lying under and grab a delicious looking peach that was hanging nearby. He rolled it in his hands first, examining it, before bringing it to his lips to take a bite. He closed his eyes as if to savor the sweet taste a little longer, but opened them quickly when he felt a slight wind in his face, only to see a big black butterfly flying around his head and finally landing in the juicy fruit in his hand. Judal felt the corners of his mouth curl up at the sight. It looks like the scent of the peach attracted the insect that was now slowly opening and closing its wings, showing glimpses of purple and red patterns in the back of them. He couldn't help but touch them, liking the feeling of the soft fragile things under his fingertips.

After not so long, the butterfly flapped its wings and was in the air again, dancing here and there between the sunlight that was coming through the leaves and the shadows of said leaves. Judal used some of the black rukh around him and made it dance with the beautiful insect in a secret performance for his eyes only. Those same eyes that wouldn't dare to look away from the butterfly.

Since he was a little child Judal could tell he felt a strange connection to those creatures, even though he never bothered to wonder why. Until now. Now that he was watching this one carefully he noticed how truly amazing butterflies are, moving around so elegantly and lightly without a care in the world. He sighed once more, closing his eyes. How he wished he could be like them too. A light touch in his fingers caused him to blink his eyes open in surprise. Looking down he saw the butterfly sitting in the index finger of the hand that was resting in his bent knee, facing him. He slightly tilted his head frowning a little in confusion, but then the creature turned around, once more allowing him to see the patterns in the back of its wings. This time Judal took some time to thoroughly study them, only to surprisingly notice how the colors of the wings resembled him. A black butterfly with red eye patterns lined with purple. Exactly like him. He smiled at the idea of him resembling such a beautiful creature and moved to brush his fingertips over the patterns until the butterfly decided it was time for another dance. This new one was quicker and the butterfly was flying higher and higher making Judal wish he was able to fly this freely too.

The distraction of his wish was enough to make him notice the spider web a minute too late. He raised his hand to try and catch the butterfly, preventing it from falling in the almost invisible trap, but it was too late. The once free insect that was dancing around a moment ago was now caught in a web, soon to fall prey to the crafty weaver. Judal looked at the sight of the butterfly struggling to free itself, only to fall deeper into the trap.

"Just stop moving already! You're only making it worse!" he shouted at the trapped insect.

For a strange, unknown reason he was feeling devastated watching the cruel scene unfolding itself in front of his eyes. The sudden appearance of the black spider simply made him feel worse. He once again moved to save the butterfly, but the spider was quicker than him. It was over its prey in seconds, using her poison to completely paralyze it and then proceed on starting feeding. Judal felt like he couldn't stand it anymore and quickly flew away without a specific destination in mind. He just wanted to be as away as possible from that tree at the moment.

Meanwhile, in a land far away a similar scene was taking place. A King was sitting alone under the shadow of a tree in the edge of his big garden watching a bunch of butterflies dancing from flower to flower, a small smile decorating his lips. Sinbad really liked butterflies. More specifically, Sinbad couldn't resist anything beautiful. As a child his mind was on adventures and the world outside his village but, since Yunan persuaded him to enter that first dungeon opening this way for him the door to the much desired adventures, he started noticing the beauties of the world. Before he could notice it himself he developed a strong love for beauty. Beautiful lands, beautiful women, beautiful clothes...Everything beautiful was intriguing him, pulling him towards it, yet butterflies were different. He traveled in many different places and butterflies were there. In all of his journeys he would see those wondrous creatures dancing like they were trying to enchant the eyes and enslave the minds. This fact made those ostensibly fragile insects look strong in his eyes.

Smiling wider he straightened his hand towards a butterfly that strayed from the others, allowing it to sit in his calloused fingers. He couldn't exactly explain why or what it was, but he felt something familiar about this black winged dancer and so he brought it closer to his face to examine it. Once he did his eyes widened because of the pattern in its wings. Two big red eyes were looking straight back at him and into his soul. As if on its own his mind replaced the painted eyes on the wings with a pair of two red eyes in an unnaturally pale face. A pair of eyes that was always looking at him with a piercing, half crazed gaze. He shivered at the thought of those eyes and their owner. The butterfly, possibly sensing his discomfort took flight again, this time in circles above his head. Sinbad kept watching it wondering where it would land next. Wherever he imagined, a spider web was not it. The innocent creature fell into the trap and immediately started the failed attempts to free itself. The King was just sitting there contemplating if he should help it. The appearance of the predator that was now sneaking toward its prey made his body move on its own. In a swift motion he was standing up, taking the butterfly in his palms, the web destroyed and forgotten in the process. Carefully he opened his palm and looked down at the insect. Parts of the web were still on its wings but, obviously, they were not a problem for it since it took off the moment its savior's hands opened.

Sinbad kept looking as it flew toward the sun until he heard rush footsteps coming his way. He looked behind his shoulder even though he already knew who they belonged to. Soon a white haired young man came running towards him. The sweat on his face betraying he run quite a lot until he could find his King, but Sinbad was more interested in the worried eyes of his trusting Adviser.

"Jafar, what's wrong?" he frowned.

The General took a few seconds to catch his breath and then straightened his body, eyes locked with the taller male's.

"It's Yamuraiha. She said she sensed Judal's magoi nearby."

"J-Judal's? What is he doing here?"

"I don't know Sin, but I don't like it."

"Is he alone or..."

The King's voice trailed off and even if he said nothing he knew Jafar understood what he meant.

"She said she couldn't feel anything else but I doubt he came alone."

Sinbad looked at the ground, hand on his chin and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Jafar stayed silent knowing he was trying to figure out the reason behind this unexpected visit. After a while the purple haired man sighed and raised his head.

"I don't understand what this could possibly mean."

"Neither do I, but we have to do something Sin. And do it quickly."

The King sighed again.

"Tell Yamuraiha to be ready to activate the barrier at any moment. Inform the rest to be ready for battle as well."

"Sin, what are you planning to do?" Jafar asked suspiciously.

Sinbad smirked at the sound of his General's voice.

"I'm going to find out what this brat is planning of course."

Before Jafar could protest Sinbad was running away and towards the front of the garden. Sighing he himself started to the opposite direction and to the water witch's chambers, hoping Sinbad wouldn't do anything reckless.

After Sinbad was sure Jafar was not going to follow him or anything he came into a halt. He was not very far away from where he was sitting before, but where he was now there were no trees and the sun was blinding him, causing him to shield his eyes from the light with his hand so he can look at the sky. He had a feeling that Judal would come straight at him so he was better to stay in an open place. As if on queue a dark figure appeared in the horizon, coming closer and closer. Soon the figure was close enough for Sinbad to recognize the dark Magi and cause of most of his headaches and problems in the past years. After watching the black Magi for a while he felt like something was not right. It was the first time he saw Judal fly so disorientated. He was straying slightly from his path, struggling to get back in line. Sinbad caught himself worrying slightly for the boy but shook the thought away. It might was some kind of plan like the tears and screams he witnessed the last time the boy appeared which almost led to his country's destruction. Yet the worry was still there in the back of his mind whispering to him that something was definitely off.

Trying to focus on the matter at hand he watched as Judal slowly lowered himself to the ground, only to collapse the moment he touched it. Sinbad's body once again moved on it's own and caught the fallen Magi before he hit the ground.

"Yo Stupid Kind..."

The low hoarse voice made him look down at the boy in his arms. He could see that the boy was paler than usual, if that was even possible, and his eyes had none of their previous shine and were half closed. Frowning Sinbad changed his position so he was holding Judal bridal style now. The boy closed his eyes and sighed painfully.

"Judal, don't close your eyes look at me!" Sinbad said while hurriedly walked towards the palace.

The Magi tried to force his eyes open, locking them with the King's once he did.

"Sinbad..." he whispered.

"That's right Judal, keep talking to me. Don't fall asleep, just keep talking."

"Make it stop Sinbad..."

Sinbad slowed down a little in sock. What was this boy asking him to do?

"Stop what Judal?"

"The pain...Make it go away. Make it stop...Please..." He said the last word so quietly Sinbad almost failed to hear it. He started to get a vague idea of what the boy wanted. He looked up for a moment when he entered the palace. When he spotted a guard he ordered him to go find Jafar and Masrur and bring them to Yamuraiha's office. Looking down again he saw that Judal had tears running down his face.

"Judal?"

"Hurts..." was the weak response.

Sinbad was running now.

"Hey Stupid King...Promise me that I-I won't have to go back again." More tears fell down the Magi's face. "I hate it back there...They aren't leaving me alone...And I can't leave as long as I have these..." Judal slowly raised a trembling hand and let the golden bracelet that was decorating it glimmer in the sunlight that was coming through the windows. "They are killing me you know...Slowly...and painfully..."

He let the hand drop down and looked at the King.

"Promise me Sin."

Sinbad looked at the boy in his arm. He couldn't completely understand what he was trying to say but seeing the tears and hearing the pleas was enough for him. He remembered his father saying that the right think to do is help those who need it.

"I promise."

His voice was not loud enough but Judal seemed to hear the answer because he smiled.

"Maybe...Maybe I will be able to fly like a butterfly after all..." was the last thing that escaped Judal's lips before his eyes closed.

Sinbad was looking at the Magi surprised. There was no way Judal knew about what happened with the butterfly earlier. He had not the time to think about it though since he was now breaking down the door to the witch's office. Said witch appeared from the next room with her wand raised and ready to defend herself and her precious work, but she stopped in her tracks after seeing her King standing there carrying an unconscious Magi of the Al Thamen.

"Sin wha-"

She was cut short by the other.

"Yamuraiha, we need to help him!"

It took her a few seconds to realize that Sinbad had indeed said what he did and, seeing the frown upon his face, she decided to ask questions later.

"Follow me." she said and walked to the next room with Sinbad close after her.

Once there she pointed at an empty bed, her bed, and demanded for Judal to be placed there. She then moved to examine him frowning more and more as time passed.

"He seems to be close to death."

"That much I can tell myself. How do we save him?"

"I don't know. It looks like his magoi is being drained for some reason. Did he tell you anything at all?"

Ocean blue eyes were suddenly on him and Sinbad felt like he was being judged. He would never admit it but he felt a little awkward being put in this kind of situation by a girl.

"He kind of mentioned something was slowly killing him while looking at his bracelet." the King said finally.

Yamuraiha was once again all over Judal, this time focusing more on his hand and neck.

"They are draining him from magoi."

"What?"

"His bracelets and his necklace. They steal his magoi."

"Like that? He had them on all the time since I first met him, how could they possibly steal his magoi now? Why now?"

"I don't know but, if you want to save him you have to find a way to break them. Now that I mentioned it, why do you want to save him? Wouldn't it be easier for you if he dies now? Isn't he the one that claimed he'll kill you?"

Sinbad looked at his feet and furrowed his eyebrows. What was the proper answer here?

The sound of Jafar calling his name made him turn around and look at the now red face of his friend.

"What happened at Yamuraiha's door Sin? And why did you ask for us here?" the short man asked, not bothering to hide his irritation.

Sinbad's eyes traveled from him to the silent red haired male that was standing a little farther behind. His red eyes were already focused on Judal, confusion evident in them. Watching the Fanalis gave Sinbad the solution to his urgent problem.

"Masrur, can I borrow your strength for a moment?"

The three Generals in the room looked at him with expressions ranged from annoyance to confusion. After a few seconds Yamuraiha seemed to understand what Sinbad meant and without hesitating she grabbed Masrur and dragged him to the bed.

"Masrur you can break those bracelets with your strength, can't you?"

"Yes, but why would I?"

"King's orders." came Sinbad's voice from behind him.

Jafar, who until now had no idea what was going on, moved past the two males so he can check at the bed, only to glare back at Sinbad a second later.

"What is he doing here?"

"Well..." Sinbad scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I kind of promised to help him."

"WHAT? Sinbad, why...Why would you do something like this!?"

The King's face became serious and he looked into Jafar's bewildered eyes with his own calm ones.

"Because he plead me to and you know very well that I always help those in need."

The short General lowered his head and sighed.

"Fine. We will help him the best we can, I promise you that, but keep in mind that I don't like him at all."

"I already know this Jafar." the King smiled and then turned to Masrur. "So, can you do it?"

"I sure can. I am just afraid I may hurt him too in the process."

"We can always heal him after you're done. I'm pretty sure he will need some kind of treatment anyway." the only female in the room reassured him.

Nodding the Fanalis walked next to the bed and took Judal's right hand in his, slowly putting pressure in the gold ornament. The sound of metal cracking followed soon and the decoration was now lying in pieces on the floor. Masrur repeated the process with the left hand and then moved to the neck. This time instead of pressuring he tagged the necklace from both sides until it gave way under his strength. Once done he got out of the way to allowed Yamuraiha better access to treat the Magi.

"His magoi is getting restored." she announced calmly after checking on him. "I have applied some oils on his wrists and neck and then bandaged them so the skin can heal more easily. You are free to take him wherever you want now."

She watched as Sinbad carefully moved the boy from her bed.

"Sin, I also want to keep those pieces for experiments if possible. I am curious as to what kind of spells they used."

Sinbad nodded at the woman that was now happily collecting the broken pieces of gold in a basket that she took from under the bed.

"Sin, what are you planning to do with him now?" a curious Jafar asked.

"I was thinking of letting him sleep in my room for the time being so I can check on him."

"You have your paperwork to finish. It was supposed to be in my desk some hours ago." Jafar warned.

"Alright, alright. He will sleep, I will work and you'll get your paperwork. Everyone will be happy." Saying this Sinbad smiled and started for his room, leaving his three friends whispering. Once there he carefully laid the Magi in his bed, covering him with his silk sheets, and walked to his desk in the other side of the big bedroom while mentally preparing himself for what he had to do for the next hours.

As time slowly passed he felt his eyelids grow heavier and, when still in the middle of the pack on his desk, he doze off. Papers and work completely forgotten.

Hm...Done and done. Oh don't worry, I'll bring you more chapters. I don't know how many exactly they'll be, I just know that they'll follow after this.

I am sorry for any ooc moments or any other stupid error. I kind of write my stories after midnight and sometimes some things kind of...slip.

I would also appreciate it a whole lot if you review with ideas, opinions or anything else. I wish to get better at this and offer you even more amazing stories to enjoy, so don't be shy.

This is all for now. See you next time~